March 23, 2009

On Overdrafts [Don Share]

There's been a lot of talk about Barack Obama being a President who
reads and knows about poetry. I've taken all this with a few
grains of salt, but was quite interested to see that in his recent message to Iran, Obama quoted the 13th-century Persian poet Sa’di - who is, you might say, to Iranian culture what Shakespeare is to ours.

As
it happens, Basil Bunting had an abiding interest in Sa'di and Persian
poetry, starting when he found a French translation of Ferdowsī's epic,
Shāh-nāma, in a book stall on the harbor quays of Genoa in the early 1930s:

"I found a book—tattered, incomplete—with a newspaper cover on it marked Oriental Tales.
I bought it, in French. It turned out to be part of the early 19th
century prose translation of Firdausi, and it was absolutely
fascinating. I got into the middle of the story of the education of Zal
and the birth of Rustam—and the story came to an end! It was quite
impossible to leave it there, I was desperate to know what happened
next. I read it, as far as it went, to Pound and Dorothy Pound, and
they were in the same condition. We were yearning to find out, but we
could think of no way. The title page was even missing. There seemed
nothing to do but learn Persian and read Firdausi, so, I undertook
that. Pound bought me the three volumes of Vullers and somebody, I
forget who, bought me Steingass's dictionary, and I set to work. It
didn't take long. It's an easy language if it's only for reading that
you want it."

Bunting applied for a Guggenheim in 1932 to
translate the poem (which tells the history of the kings of Persia from
mythical times down to about 628 A.D. in some sixty thousand couplets);
he didn't get one. He even named his children for figures in the poem:
daughters Roudaba (b. 1934) and Bourtai (b. 1932), and his son Rustam
(b. 1937, d. 1953). Bunting went on to spend much of his long life
reading, translating, or thinking about Persian poetry: at one point he
lived in Iran (apparently working as a spy!), married an Iranian woman,
and spent time "amongst the nomadic mountain-tribes, who taught me to
ride & to shootmoufflon and ibex." Late in his life, wrote the
foreword to Omar Pound's fascinating Arabic & Persian Poems in English.

One of Bunting's most poignant poems, written on the occasion of his son's death, is "A Song for Rustam," which begins:

Tears are for what can be mended, not for a voyage ended the day the schooner put out. Short fear and sudden quiet too deep for a diving thief. Tears are for easy grief.

Much
has been written about Pound's obsession with economics. Bunting was
far subtler, to say the least. With no small wryness - given the
depressed economy of the thirties, when he began to translate Persian poetry - Bunting
called some of his translations "overdrafts;" as Richard Price sees it,

"By
calling these works 'Overdrafts' Bunting publicly affirms that he has
come to an understanding of indebtedness with the poets who, as it
were, underwrite him. On that basis, he can only supply what is
provisional—a draft—and must also in some sense obscure, write 'over,'
the work of his poetic betters. But to take out an overdraft is usually
to smoothen cash flow problems: in this case by translating these
works, the poet keeps his own poetry moving, in currency, in credit."

Ah, cash flow problems! The poet is prescient.

I'll leave you with a snippet of Bunting's Sa'di:

Many well-known people have been packed away in cemeteries, there is no longer any evidence that they ever existed. That old corpse they shovelled under the dirt, his dust's so devoured not a bone of him's left.

Naushervan's honourable name survives because he was open-handed, though a lot has happened since Naushervan died. — Better be open-handed, What's-your-name, (write it off: Depreciation) before the gossip goes: 'What's-his-name's dead.'

If a few publishers give the go-ahead, a book on Bunting's Persia may soon be in the works.

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On Overdrafts [Don Share]

There's been a lot of talk about Barack Obama being a President who
reads and knows about poetry. I've taken all this with a few
grains of salt, but was quite interested to see that in his recent message to Iran, Obama quoted the 13th-century Persian poet Sa’di - who is, you might say, to Iranian culture what Shakespeare is to ours.

As
it happens, Basil Bunting had an abiding interest in Sa'di and Persian
poetry, starting when he found a French translation of Ferdowsī's epic,
Shāh-nāma, in a book stall on the harbor quays of Genoa in the early 1930s:

"I found a book—tattered, incomplete—with a newspaper cover on it marked Oriental Tales.
I bought it, in French. It turned out to be part of the early 19th
century prose translation of Firdausi, and it was absolutely
fascinating. I got into the middle of the story of the education of Zal
and the birth of Rustam—and the story came to an end! It was quite
impossible to leave it there, I was desperate to know what happened
next. I read it, as far as it went, to Pound and Dorothy Pound, and
they were in the same condition. We were yearning to find out, but we
could think of no way. The title page was even missing. There seemed
nothing to do but learn Persian and read Firdausi, so, I undertook
that. Pound bought me the three volumes of Vullers and somebody, I
forget who, bought me Steingass's dictionary, and I set to work. It
didn't take long. It's an easy language if it's only for reading that
you want it."

Bunting applied for a Guggenheim in 1932 to
translate the poem (which tells the history of the kings of Persia from
mythical times down to about 628 A.D. in some sixty thousand couplets);
he didn't get one. He even named his children for figures in the poem:
daughters Roudaba (b. 1934) and Bourtai (b. 1932), and his son Rustam
(b. 1937, d. 1953). Bunting went on to spend much of his long life
reading, translating, or thinking about Persian poetry: at one point he
lived in Iran (apparently working as a spy!), married an Iranian woman,
and spent time "amongst the nomadic mountain-tribes, who taught me to
ride & to shootmoufflon and ibex." Late in his life, wrote the
foreword to Omar Pound's fascinating Arabic & Persian Poems in English.

One of Bunting's most poignant poems, written on the occasion of his son's death, is "A Song for Rustam," which begins:

Tears are for what can be mended, not for a voyage ended the day the schooner put out. Short fear and sudden quiet too deep for a diving thief. Tears are for easy grief.

Much
has been written about Pound's obsession with economics. Bunting was
far subtler, to say the least. With no small wryness - given the
depressed economy of the thirties, when he began to translate Persian poetry - Bunting
called some of his translations "overdrafts;" as Richard Price sees it,

"By
calling these works 'Overdrafts' Bunting publicly affirms that he has
come to an understanding of indebtedness with the poets who, as it
were, underwrite him. On that basis, he can only supply what is
provisional—a draft—and must also in some sense obscure, write 'over,'
the work of his poetic betters. But to take out an overdraft is usually
to smoothen cash flow problems: in this case by translating these
works, the poet keeps his own poetry moving, in currency, in credit."

Ah, cash flow problems! The poet is prescient.

I'll leave you with a snippet of Bunting's Sa'di:

Many well-known people have been packed away in cemeteries, there is no longer any evidence that they ever existed. That old corpse they shovelled under the dirt, his dust's so devoured not a bone of him's left.

Naushervan's honourable name survives because he was open-handed, though a lot has happened since Naushervan died. — Better be open-handed, What's-your-name, (write it off: Depreciation) before the gossip goes: 'What's-his-name's dead.'

If a few publishers give the go-ahead, a book on Bunting's Persia may soon be in the works.